Lycster anxiously scouted his surroundings. He gripped tightly onto the strap of his saddle sling bag as he walked through the crowded streets of the market. Careful not to raise too much attention, he made haste towards the entrance of Timbretune.
Seeing that the security around the entrance had increased, Lycster bit his lip. It was more than he had anticipated. While he tried to formulate a different course of action, an idea came to his mind.
Ensuring that no one was watching him, he quickie veered off his original path and went down a darkened alleyway. He hid his saddle bag behind some boxes and looked up into the sky. Just as he was about to take to his owl form, he noticed a shadow looming over him.
"Where do you think you're going, boy?" Caster asked sternly.
Lycster gulped his saliva down his throat.
